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Major Samantha Carter resisted the urge to spit the bitter black liquid out and swallowed hard.
On the other side the mess hall table they were sharing, Colonel Jack O'Neill smiled at his subordinate's expression. "Something matter with your coffee, Major?"
"Sir," Sam began. "May I be frank?"
"Sam, you don't call me Jack enough." He took a sip of his own coffee and grimaced. The coffee was indeed horrible.
"Alright, Jack then, may I be frank?" Slight irritation appeared in her voice. She was cute when she was irritated but Jack had no intention of ever telling her that.
"Since we're on a first name basis," Jack replied, "please do."
Sam had resist another urge. She wasn't about to smile now. "Military coffee is not the best and it never has but this..." She paused trying to find the right words. "Sludge... is terrible."
"I agree." He took another sip anyway.
Sam rolled her eyes. She still found O'Neill hard to figure out even after all the years they'd known each other and all the emotionally and physically draining missions they had been on together. Jack was well aware of this and liked it that way.
O'Neill.
"Did you say something, Major?"
Sam tried another sip of the coffee before answering. Still horrible. "No, I didn't. Did you hear something?"
Jack snorted. "Obviously."
"That sounded like me I mean." The other SG-1 member added.
The colonel thought a moment and responded nonchalantly, "Actually, no, it didn't."
Sam asked her next question with her eyes.
Jack understood. "It sounded like Thor."
"Has he ever tried to contact you telepathically before?" She figured she knew the answer but had to ask anyway.
Jack shook his head. "Not that I recall. He usually just abducts me."
The woman nodded agreement. "We should go talk to General Hammond."
Her superior, in rank anyway, was already standing and heading for the exit.
Twenty minutes later in the briefing room, General George Hammond was addressing the full SG-1 team which included in addition to O'Neill and Carter, Teal'c, a rebel Jaffa, and Jonas Quinn, who wasn't human but an outsider surely wouldn't know the difference. As usual, also in attendance was Dr. Janet Fraiser, head of medical services at Stargate Command. All were seated around the conference table.
"So, Jack, you have not heard Thor's voice since that initial time in the mess hall twenty minutes ago." The general's inquiry of clarification sounded more like a statement that a question but Jack answered anyway.
"That is..."
O'Neill...
"...correct?" A puzzled look formed on his face for a minute then he said, "He just called my name again sir."
"Did you try asking what he wants?" Jonas piped in. He had been with SG-1 for less than a year and really was just beginning to settle in to the idea or was it everyone else who were getting used to it?
Jack thought about it and responded, "Hmm. Good idea." He stood up from his chair and addressed the air. "Thor? Do you need help with anything?"
In that moment, he was enveloped in a flash of light that, for once, was not blinding. After the light faded, he was no longer in the briefing room. Because this happened often at the SGC, no one who was left in the room was too surprised.
When the light faded around Jack, he found himself in what he now recognized as a spacious metallic room on an Asgard ship. Before him, sitting in a chair that looked twice big as him was tiny form of Thor, Supreme Commander of the Asgard fleet. At least it was most likely Thor. To Jack, the Asgard all looked alike: big eyes, big head, tiny body. Behind him was a large window looking down at Earth.
"Greetings, O'Neill." Thor replied in his usual soft voice.
Not one to often stand on ceremony, Jack got right into it. "What was with the telepathic summons?"
Thor blinked. "I realized that my usual method of 'just abducting you' as you put it was not diplomatic. I thought that this method was more friendly."
Jack was puzzled again. "How'd you know..." He stopped and shook his head. Frankly, he didn't care that Thor had been monitoring him the whole time. It certainly wasn't surprising. "Yes, that was nice of you. Thanks."
The Asgard nodded. "You're welcome, O'Neill."
"So...why'd you bring me here this time?"
This brought a smile to the alien's face. "On behalf of the High Council, I have come to ask for your help."
"Again?" Jack whined. "What can our primitive technology help with this time?"
Thor blinked again but continued to smile. The Asgard High Council has reason to believe The Replicators will escape Halla."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Great..."
"The situation is worse than that."
"What could be worse than the Replicators running loose?"
Thor went on, his face now grave. "The reason we have come to this conclusion is that a very dangerous member of my race has gone missing."
"Oh." Jack said simply. This wasn't going to be easy whatever the mission was.
Jonas walked around the corner of the briefing table as he spoke. "According to some accounts of Norse myth, Loki, God of Evil, was the brother of Thor and Balder. Other accounts explain that he had a different mother and still others say he was wasn't actually a blood relative at all." Jack had returned to Earth and the briefing room just long enough to relay what Thor had told him before the other man launched into his mythology lesson. As usual, much went in one ear and out the other. Daniel Jackson, the man who had preceded Jonas as a member of SG-1 before going off to fulfill a higher purpose or something, knew full well that Jack really didn't care about how religion and culture on Earth is based on alien interactions but Jonas still seemed oblivious to this.
"Thank you, Jonas." General Hammond replied. He turned his bald head to the other bald man in the room. "Teal'c," he started, "Have the Goa'uld encountered this Asgard before?" As usual, he pronounced it "Goold."
The Jaffa gave a slight nod. "Indeed. To my knowledge, Loki is the only Asgard ever to be successfully implanted by a Goa'uld."
Janet Fraiser and Sam glanced in Jack's direction. He shot them an innocent look. "What?"
They said nothing but he understood what they were referring to. "No, Thor left that part out. I can't think of every question to ask."
"What did Thor tell you?" The general asked. "Are we to go find Loki or stand guard at Halla."
"All I was told was to launch the Prometheus as soon as possible and meet him in orbit."
Hammond grimly shook his head. "No can do, Jack. In the spirit of cooperation the president has loaned the X-303 out for a joint English-French mission."
Everyone around the table stared at him quizzically.
Hammond shook his head once more. "Don't ask."
Jack asked another question instead. "Sir," He began before pausing, "Did I mention this request was from Thor?"
In an effort to break the silence that had fallen, Jonas pointed out the obvious. "What are we going to do now? I mean it'll be too late for the Tok'ra to get here and if the Asgard wanted them they would have been asked instead of us." The Tok'ra were very simply put "Good Go'auld" who blended with a host instead of possessed. The Tok'ra had rebelled against the Goa'uld System Lords for millennia. A few years ago, Sam's father Jacob was blended with a Tok'ra symbiote perhaps cementing their alliance with them.
Teal'c nodded in agreement to the statement. "Indeed."
"Sir, can that mission be delayed?" Sam asked. "If the English and French knew it was Thor asking..."
Hammond rose from his chair. "I will discuss the matter with the President. Dismissed."
* * * * * * * *
The members of SG-1 returned to the briefing room at the exact same time; pretty much by coincidence. General Hammond was already there seated in his usual spot at the head of the table. Instead of Dr. Fraiser who would might arrive later, was Major Davis who was Washington's liaison to the SGC. In Jack's, and perhaps other's, opinion, he was an average looking military type but highly competent. Waiting only for the team to be seated, Davis jumped right in. "The English and French governments have agreed to postpone their use of the X-303 but..."
"They want representatives of the countries' interests to accompany us." Jack finished trying to keep the frustration out of his voice.
Davis nodded. "One British and one French officer will be joining you; yes." He paused and took a sip of the coffee he must have brought with him. "The good news is that they are already at the launch site so there will be no further delay."
"Well isn't that good." Jack's sarcasm was definitely not hidden there but it was ignored by the present company nevertheless.
Major Samantha Carter resisted the urge to spit the bitter black liquid out and swallowed hard.
On the other side the mess hall table they were sharing, Colonel Jack O'Neill smiled at his subordinate's expression. "Something matter with your coffee, Major?"
"Sir," Sam began. "May I be frank?"
"Sam, you don't call me Jack enough." He took a sip of his own coffee and grimaced. The coffee was indeed horrible.
"Alright, Jack then, may I be frank?" Slight irritation appeared in her voice. She was cute when she was irritated but Jack had no intention of ever telling her that.
"Since we're on a first name basis," Jack replied, "please do."
Sam had resist another urge. She wasn't about to smile now. "Military coffee is not the best and it never has but this..." She paused trying to find the right words. "Sludge... is terrible."
"I agree." He took another sip anyway.
Sam rolled her eyes. She still found O'Neill hard to figure out even after all the years they'd known each other and all the emotionally and physically draining missions they had been on together. Jack was well aware of this and liked it that way.
O'Neill.
"Did you say something, Major?"
Sam tried another sip of the coffee before answering. Still horrible. "No, I didn't. Did you hear something?"
Jack snorted. "Obviously."
"That sounded like me I mean." The other SG-1 member added.
The colonel thought a moment and responded nonchalantly, "Actually, no, it didn't."
Sam asked her next question with her eyes.
Jack understood. "It sounded like Thor."
"Has he ever tried to contact you telepathically before?" She figured she knew the answer but had to ask anyway.
Jack shook his head. "Not that I recall. He usually just abducts me."
The woman nodded agreement. "We should go talk to General Hammond."
Her superior, in rank anyway, was already standing and heading for the exit.
Twenty minutes later in the briefing room, General George Hammond was addressing the full SG-1 team which included in addition to O'Neill and Carter, Teal'c, a rebel Jaffa, and Jonas Quinn, who wasn't human but an outsider surely wouldn't know the difference. As usual, also in attendance was Dr. Janet Fraiser, head of medical services at Stargate Command. All were seated around the conference table.
"So, Jack, you have not heard Thor's voice since that initial time in the mess hall twenty minutes ago." The general's inquiry of clarification sounded more like a statement that a question but Jack answered anyway.
"That is..."
O'Neill...
"...correct?" A puzzled look formed on his face for a minute then he said, "He just called my name again sir."
"Did you try asking what he wants?" Jonas piped in. He had been with SG-1 for less than a year and really was just beginning to settle in to the idea or was it everyone else who were getting used to it?
Jack thought about it and responded, "Hmm. Good idea." He stood up from his chair and addressed the air. "Thor? Do you need help with anything?"
In that moment, he was enveloped in a flash of light that, for once, was not blinding. After the light faded, he was no longer in the briefing room. Because this happened often at the SGC, no one who was left in the room was too surprised.
When the light faded around Jack, he found himself in what he now recognized as a spacious metallic room on an Asgard ship. Before him, sitting in a chair that looked twice big as him was tiny form of Thor, Supreme Commander of the Asgard fleet. At least it was most likely Thor. To Jack, the Asgard all looked alike: big eyes, big head, tiny body. Behind him was a large window looking down at Earth.
"Greetings, O'Neill." Thor replied in his usual soft voice.
Not one to often stand on ceremony, Jack got right into it. "What was with the telepathic summons?"
Thor blinked. "I realized that my usual method of 'just abducting you' as you put it was not diplomatic. I thought that this method was more friendly."
Jack was puzzled again. "How'd you know..." He stopped and shook his head. Frankly, he didn't care that Thor had been monitoring him the whole time. It certainly wasn't surprising. "Yes, that was nice of you. Thanks."
The Asgard nodded. "You're welcome, O'Neill."
"So...why'd you bring me here this time?"
This brought a smile to the alien's face. "On behalf of the High Council, I have come to ask for your help."
"Again?" Jack whined. "What can our primitive technology help with this time?"
Thor blinked again but continued to smile. The Asgard High Council has reason to believe The Replicators will escape Halla."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Great..."
"The situation is worse than that."
"What could be worse than the Replicators running loose?"
Thor went on, his face now grave. "The reason we have come to this conclusion is that a very dangerous member of my race has gone missing."
"Oh." Jack said simply. This wasn't going to be easy whatever the mission was.
Jonas walked around the corner of the briefing table as he spoke. "According to some accounts of Norse myth, Loki, God of Evil, was the brother of Thor and Balder. Other accounts explain that he had a different mother and still others say he was wasn't actually a blood relative at all." Jack had returned to Earth and the briefing room just long enough to relay what Thor had told him before the other man launched into his mythology lesson. As usual, much went in one ear and out the other. Daniel Jackson, the man who had preceded Jonas as a member of SG-1 before going off to fulfill a higher purpose or something, knew full well that Jack really didn't care about how religion and culture on Earth is based on alien interactions but Jonas still seemed oblivious to this.
"Thank you, Jonas." General Hammond replied. He turned his bald head to the other bald man in the room. "Teal'c," he started, "Have the Goa'uld encountered this Asgard before?" As usual, he pronounced it "Goold."
The Jaffa gave a slight nod. "Indeed. To my knowledge, Loki is the only Asgard ever to be successfully implanted by a Goa'uld."
Janet Fraiser and Sam glanced in Jack's direction. He shot them an innocent look. "What?"
They said nothing but he understood what they were referring to. "No, Thor left that part out. I can't think of every question to ask."
"What did Thor tell you?" The general asked. "Are we to go find Loki or stand guard at Halla."
"All I was told was to launch the Prometheus as soon as possible and meet him in orbit."
Hammond grimly shook his head. "No can do, Jack. In the spirit of cooperation the president has loaned the X-303 out for a joint English-French mission."
Everyone around the table stared at him quizzically.
Hammond shook his head once more. "Don't ask."
Jack asked another question instead. "Sir," He began before pausing, "Did I mention this request was from Thor?"
In an effort to break the silence that had fallen, Jonas pointed out the obvious. "What are we going to do now? I mean it'll be too late for the Tok'ra to get here and if the Asgard wanted them they would have been asked instead of us." The Tok'ra were very simply put "Good Go'auld" who blended with a host instead of possessed. The Tok'ra had rebelled against the Goa'uld System Lords for millennia. A few years ago, Sam's father Jacob was blended with a Tok'ra symbiote perhaps cementing their alliance with them.
Teal'c nodded in agreement to the statement. "Indeed."
"Sir, can that mission be delayed?" Sam asked. "If the English and French knew it was Thor asking..."
Hammond rose from his chair. "I will discuss the matter with the President. Dismissed."
* * * * * * * *
The members of SG-1 returned to the briefing room at the exact same time; pretty much by coincidence. General Hammond was already there seated in his usual spot at the head of the table. Instead of Dr. Fraiser who would might arrive later, was Major Davis who was Washington's liaison to the SGC. In Jack's, and perhaps other's, opinion, he was an average looking military type but highly competent. Waiting only for the team to be seated, Davis jumped right in. "The English and French governments have agreed to postpone their use of the X-303 but..."
"They want representatives of the countries' interests to accompany us." Jack finished trying to keep the frustration out of his voice.
Davis nodded. "One British and one French officer will be joining you; yes." He paused and took a sip of the coffee he must have brought with him. "The good news is that they are already at the launch site so there will be no further delay."
"Well isn't that good." Jack's sarcasm was definitely not hidden there but it was ignored by the present company nevertheless.
